Feb 11
Blue seas shrink away,
Salt-pans drink the sky’s wide hue,
White crystals are born,
Harvested with care and toil,
To season our humble meals.
Salt-pans drink the sky’s wide hue,
White crystals are born,
Harvested with care and toil,
To season our humble meals.
Good morning hellopoetry community, rest for me today have a wonderful day ❣️
